Big Dicks and Engorged Ass Lips

 Grand Rapids—August, 2025

 

The house party to the north of me has become a once-a-month event, which I love.  It is so different from my other sexual escapades.  Once again, I took the fuck bench, as it was used far more than the rimseat.  I set it up alongside the big bed, which was covered with a faux leather play sheet.  The sling was up in the adjoining room.

I went downstairs to strip.  Men began arriving.   Tonight, we didn’t wait for others.  As soon as men were naked or stripped to jocks, they headed upstairs.  I was the third one to make the climb…

 

I find Sawyer (formerly known as Fist Guy) on the bench.  The older otter, who is the best friend of the host, is fucking him with his long, hairy cock.  I begin to stroke myself hard as I watch.  The bench is set in a corner where there is a slanting eave, making the mouth of the man on it impossible to use.  But I know what will get my cock raging.  I kneel next to the hairy otter.  He knows just what I want.  He pulls out of Sawyer’s juicy ass and gives me his dick to suck.  I swallow Sawyer’s ass jizz and am rock hard.  The otter keeps fucking Sawyer as I stand up.

He pulls out.  I push in.  Sawyer is a great self-luber.  My cock is being squeezed in his hot, wet ass.  I notice the Older Otter is on his knees now, waiting for me to do for him what he did for me.  I pull out and let him suck my cock.  The moment he finishes, I plunge back into Sawyer.

Several dozen fuck strokes later, I pull out and let Older Otter back inside the hot bottom.  I kneel and begin tongue fucking the otter on his backstrokes.

“Fuck me,” he pants as he fucks Sawyer. 

I stand up and lube up.  Older Otter holds deep inside the wet ass he’s fucking, bent slightly over Sawyer to make it easy for me to enter him.  He’s tight—but I manage.  Now he straightens up and resumes fucking Sawyer and fucking himself onto my cock.  He groans.  Sawyer groans as I tell him what’s happening.  I moan as Older Otter pushes back on me harder than before.

A new man arrives.  He is white, somewhere between 55 and 65, built like a bear but is not particularly hairy.  His seven incher is hard and ready to go.  And he wants a turn up Sawyer.  We let him go for it.  He gives him a hard, aggressive fuck.  When he pulls out, the new guy kneels on the bed saying “I’m vers. Fuck me.”  He is looking right at me.  Of course, I do…

*

More new arrivals.  The young, blond, versatile man known as Black Glasses arrives with two men I don’t know.  Both are white and my age.  The first is incredibly hairy and is wearing a gorgeous silver cock ring and a matching ring just behind the corona on his cock.  The other is also very furry and proves to be mostly top.  Black Glasses sucks me for a bit, before crawling up on the bed and presenting me with his ass to eat and fuck.

I see, as I enter Black Glasses, that men are having sex on all four corners of the bed.  His small ass makes room for my big dick.  He is always a great fuck.  I plow him hard.  He spins to clean my cock the moment I pull out.

The young Latin who, two parties ago was all top and all bottom at the second group, arrives.  He surveys us all—and leaves after ten minutes, not playing at all.

The last two to come upstairs are a very tall man who sports a dick that is my size.  We nod to each other, but never get to do more.  The man arriving with him, is the Black Cub, who is a regular.  I am sucked by the guy with the silver cock rings.  He’s great.  Black Glasses joins us, first as another cock for him to suck—then offering his ass to the guy.  There is no room on the bed, so Black Glasses holds my shoulders as Silver Rings fucks his ass.   When he’s done, both go to our knees and share Silver Rings wet cock back and forth in our hungry mouths…

*

Every man but the other big dicked guy has sucked my dick at some point.  Now Silver Rings wants to get fucked.  We go to the sling.  I get him in and he zones out (in a good way) as I begin to eat his hairy ass.  I love how the hair goes for curly to so wet it is plastered to his pale skin.  He groans and does poppers.  His hole is slowly flowering open.  I stand up.  He tells me he’s tight.  And he is.  I inch in slowly.  But he feels great.  And he is working hard to let me in.  I bottom out and just stand still.

“Take a hit.”

He does.  His ass relaxes.  I begin a slow in and out.  Just a few inches of a slow fuck.  He moans his approval.  I work a few more inches in and out—just as slowly.  Now he’s groaning.  He tells me to fuck him hard.  I do.  I pick up speed and depth.  Over and over.  I want to taste his hole again.  I pull out.

There is a massive explosion of water out of his hole, water that was trapped deep inside him from his clean out.  It covers the tarp under the sling.  I clean it up and his ass, before I let him get out.  He goes off to the shower.  And I clean up at the kitchen sink…

*

I get my mojo back by fucking the host on the bed.  He is on all fours.  There are three of us taking turns on his ass.  The other men are taking turns in his mouth as we fuck.  (I can never stress enough—if you go to a sex party, make sure you give the host what he needs!)  It’s a hot moment—and the only time the group of men are all focused on one thing.  It doesn’t last long, but the host is euphoric…

*

I give Black Cub an ass licking in the sling.  He loves to get on my rim seat, but I worry he will feel more exposed this way, but he doesn’t seem to care.  He, too, has a very furry ass.  I tongue him deep and don’t stop until he begs me to…

*

We stop to eat the cheese and crackers and fruit the host has provided.  It gives most of us a second wind. 

I want to breed Black Glasses—and he wants me to.  I get him in the sling.  I kneel and taste his ass.  He’s been so busy tonight.  I don’t think he has loads, but the constant use has changed the texture of his pucker.  I lick and suck his hole, stroking my dick.  My hand is knocked away.  The host has crawled under the sling and is now sucking my cock as I rim BG.  I reluctantly stand up and enter his wet hole.  He gasps.  The host stands up, too, and strokes BG’s balls.  BG himself is pumping his dick.  I am close.  But Black Glasses shoots before I do.  He covers himself and the host begins licking him clean.  I ask if he can take me still.  He thinks so—but almost instantly, it’s just too much.  He thanks me for a great fuck as I help him out of the sling.  He and the host go down the stairs.

Fortunately, Sawyer is right there.  “You can always breed me,” he says as he hops in the sling.  I nod and kneel.  His ass has had even more cock in it tonight than Black Glasses.  I rim his very puffy and pronounced ass lips.  I suck them into my mouth.  I can’t believe how much this excites my dick.  Now I get a drip of some man’s semen.  My tongue digs deeper.  Sawyer is moaning.  Soon he is begging for my cock.  Music to my ears.

I stand up and slide in.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  I build.  My cock suddenly spews out a load of cum after more than two hours of excitement.  It feels good but it’s not a full, all nerves tingling, orgasm.  But I know how to get there.

I kneel again and begin eating my cum out of him.  Those puffy lips, now iced with my semen are incredible.  Sawyer feels it all.  His moans are nonstop.  I beat my cock, still hard as a rock.  I wait until I am sure—and I stand up, slide in and explode.

Now the room spins and I hold onto the chains to keep my balance.  I collapse on his heaving chest as his arms wrap around me…

A Picture Post to Get Those Juices Flowing

Taking a break today, as I am driving home from a mini-vacation. 

Here are few shots to inflame the imagination. 

Cause and Effect

 My Playroom—August, 2025

 

Teddy was a construction guy that used to bend over for me at the bookstore—back when we had the two rooms.  He was insatiable.  He loved when a friend of mine used his ass along with me.  He came to the house once—and had a blast.  Then radio silence for a long time.

When he did contact me again, he had a partner he wanted to bring along.  Great.  It took forever to set up with three schedules to blend.  And Teddy was a spur of the moment guy, something I am not and can rarely accommodate.  But we worked it out.  We all had a Wednesday night free towards the end of August.

They arrived a little late.  Teddy was as I remembered him.  A bigger guy, but his construction job kept him in good shape.  He was now likely on the edge of 40.  His partner, a little younger, was tall and skinny, with oddly cropped hair.  He looked nervous.  And slightly tipsy, he admitted, from a quick shot in the car.

We went down to the playroom.  Teddy stripped off and immediately sat on the corner of the bed to suck my cock.  His partner stayed dressed and perched on the fuck bench.  He seemed to like the look of my dick in Teddy’s mouth, but he couldn’t look me in the face.

Teddy told him to strip.  He did.  Slowly and painfully.  He finally lay naked and totally limp on the bed.  Teddy knelt between his legs to suck him.  This gave me Teddy’s ass to eat and then fuck.  His partner slowly got hard as I plowed Teddy.

Teddy told him to roll over and take my cock.  He shook his head.  Then did it.  I rimmed him.  He squirmed.  In pleasure?  I couldn’t tell.  I pushed in. He was tight.  And not clean.  He showered as Teddy went outside to smoke. Ten minutes later, we tried again.  I fucked Teddy as he sucked his partner.  His partner took a pillow and put it over his head so he didn’t have to look at me.

And now he was truly drunk.  He slurred out that he’d finished the bottle in the shower.  He sat up on the bed looking wild eyed and out of it.

I called a halt.  Teddy apologized, got him dressed and out the door.

I was not happy…

 

 

 

 

Near Home—August, 2025

 

The next day, not surprisingly, I was at the bookstore…

 

It’s crowded.  I can’t sit in my usual seat so I sit on the short wall, where I can only see the straight video.  Something is happening in the corner near the gay screen, where I can’t see.  Guys on the long wall opposite me are stroking to it.  Just as I am about to stand up and move, I hear the man, who’d been grunting out his good time, have a very vocal orgasm.  In moments, a handsome guy, tucking his cock away, crosses the room and goes out the door.

The men return their attention to the videos.  I stroke.  No action.  Lots of eyes on cocks.

I decide to break the ice.  Just as I’m about to get up and go to a guy across the room, Julian rounds the corner.  He is the blond versatile guy I met here and who I had recruited for the house party.  He has not been here in ages.  He sees me and comes over.  He sits next to me and we catch up in whispers.  He’s been spending summer weekends on Lake Michigan.  I am sure he is finding cock, as the city he names is near Saugatuck, the gay beach mecca of the Midwest.

But he’s horny now.  He takes out his cock and begins stroking.  I go to my knees and take his soft, but thick dick into my mouth.  He begins to stiffen up.  But Julian hates this side of the room; he asks if we can move around the corner.

We do.  (I notice a massive amount of cum on the floor—was the handsome guy just jerking??)  Julian steps out of his dress pants and underwear, and unbuttons his shirt.  He sits back down.  I kneel and begin to suck.  I spend a long time on his dripping cock before I begin tonguing his balls.  I work them for just as long as I know he loves it.  Finally, I lift them and begin tonguing down to his asshole.  This is when he always gets up and kneels in the chair so I can rim him.  But he doesn’t today. Fuck!  He didn’t plan on anal!!

I work back up, giving his balls another good cleaning before working up his sticky shaft.  I swallow him down.  He’s thick, but not so thick he cuts off my air.  I revel in feeling him fill my throat.

My knees are now screaming.  I stand up and sit.  I think he will do me.  But he doesn’t.   He stands in front of me and slaps his wet dick on my cheek.  I lean forward and start sucking again.  Julian is in need.  He begins fucking my face.  Hard.  And deep. 

I pull off him after the third deep throat to catch my breath.  Julian moves, kneeling on the arms of the new theatre chairs.  He’s at perfect height to continue fucking my face.  And he does so.  Fucking deep—and giving me just the briefest moments to catch my breath. 

“You want it, don’t you?”  It’s not really a question.  He knows I do.  And he wants to give it to me. 

I grunt something.  And it’s his trigger.  He begins spewing into my mouth.  The first few shots go straight down my throat; the rest puddles on my tongue.  I wipe his seed all over his cock as he pants and squirms.  But he stays right there, moaning softly as I lick it off of him again and swallow…

Osvaldo Takes It at the All Gender Party

 Grand Rapids—August 16, 2025

 

Once again, I agreed to meet Osvaldo at the All Gender Night at the bathhouse.  Don’t fret—not a single woman appears in this tale.  The very few women who attended the event, all stayed with their boyfriends in a room, tucked away from the rest of the bathhouse, where they played games all night. (There is one transwoman in this tale, who got a tremendous amount of attention.)

Osvaldo loves these nights for, in the past, the place is crawling with pent up men, who end up using him until a real woman ventures into the play area.  That didn’t happen.  And he was unhappy…but that comes later…it started just like we like it…

 

I arrive at 9 o’clock on the dot.  I get my locker and stash my clothes.  I leave on my boots and yellow jock.  Osvaldo is always late, but here he is walking down the steps from the play area as I start up them.  He grabs my arm and leads me back up the steep staircase.  The medical table is busy, so we go to the fuck bench near the sling.  I sit in a nearby chair and tell him to get me hard. 

He instantly kneels between my splayed legs.  He mouths the cloth pouch for a moment, but quickly pulls it back and slides my semi-hard dick down his throat.  I harden up fast.  The moment I do, I need to eat his ass.

I tell him this and he gets up on the bench, choosing to kneel on the far side of it so his mouth will be more easily available to the men milling around.  I get behind him and hunker down to taste his hole for the first time that night.  He groans.  I am surprised that he has not been fucked yet.  This is my first indication that it is a slower night.  I eat him out—longer than usual as he’s had no dick.  He moans—and catches a guy’s eye, who comes over to watch us.  I stand up and slide in.  The guy looks questioningly at me and I nod, saying “Let him suck you as I open him up.”  The guy eagerly unwraps his towel and offers his swelling cock to Osvaldo.

Now the pig is happy.  Double stuffed and loving it.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to bounce him on the bench, causing him to take the guy’s dick a little deeper.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.  Just a few quick licks.  Then I’m pounding away again.

A hot guy, in his late 40’s and wearing a ball cap, is watching us.  He is jocked and harnessed, his towel over his shoulder.  He strokes a nice sized cock as he watches us.  He keeps inching closer and closer, until he is standing right alongside Osvaldo.

“Do you want a turn up his ass?” I murmur.

“Sure.  If you’ll fuck me while I do it.”

I nod.  And pull out.  The guy comes around behind Osvaldo.  He begins to fuck him.  I stand to the side and watch for a moment—then go around and slide into the hairier ass.  I stand still and let the guy fuck into Osvaldo—and fuck himself onto me on the backstroke.  Osvaldo is aware of what’s going on—and delighted there is a new cock in him.  He works his ass harder.

It’s Ball Cap that puts an end to it.  “I need to stop or I’ll shoot.  And it way too early.”  I agree and pull out of him.  The moment he steps away from Osvaldo, I am on my knees, tasting the man’s precum in Osvaldo’s now not so tight pucker…

*

We walk to the exam table.  A transwoman is bent over the table, getting a hard fucking from a man my age.  Another man sits on the table and is feeding her his dick.  Her pastel blouse is open.  The black mini skirt is pulled up around her waist.  She is wearing pantyhose that have been ripped down the back seam, so cocks can get to her full, round ass. There are three or four men watching this and stroking.  Osvaldo finds the biggest of the four cocks amongst the watchers and begins to suck the guy.  I watch the scene.

“Here’s a bigger cock for you,” chortles the guy fucking her.  He pulls out and offers me her ass.  I slide in.  She is tight.  I fuck slowly, working deeper and deeper.  She begins to pant round the dick in her mouth.  I speed up and rail into her, then pull out, offering her ass back to the guy who was up it before me.  He slips in again.

We now trade ass, back and forth, until Osvaldo finally pulls off the dick that is fucking him.  I bend him over a chair near the table and fuck him next to the transwoman.  I am hoping the guy who shared her ass with me will switch back and forth with Osvaldo.  But he only has eyes for her…

*

We go to the lower level to the play area there that has nothing but two mattresses and a smattering of chairs.  I fuck Osvaldo as he clings to a tall bar stool.  When I pull out, he goes to suck a man lying and stroking to us on one of the mattresses.  I go to the other mattress where a guy rolls over and offers me his ass.  I fuck him, turned on by his low groans.  Osvaldo can’t get the guy he’s sucking to fuck, so he comes over to me.  I pull him down so he can watch me fuck the guy.  I pull my cock out and Osvaldo is all over it, licking the guy’s ass slime off it…getting it ready for his own hole…

*

We want the sling, but it’s taken.  We split up.  He goes to see if he can get someone in his room.  I fuck the transwoman again.  This time I eat her ass before I slide in.  She moves my hands from her hips to her breasts.  She’s had top surgery—or the hormones have really worked…

*

We meet, some time later, back at the sling.  We fuck.  A couple of guys stop roaming and jerk to the live porn.  I can’t get them to fuck or stick their cocks in Osvaldo’s mouth.  I eat his ass after a few more thrusts.  I want to piss him—and he wants it—but I’m just not hydrated enough on this hot evening in August.  

We separate again. In the darkest corner of the second floor, I find a handsome guy in early 50’s who has a very round, hairy ass.  I fuck him after an extensive rim job.  We have a great connection.  I pull out reluctantly.  I want more.

I find Osvaldo in the porn viewing area.  We fuck—hard and fast.  Suddenly, I know I can do it and I fill his ass with hot piss.  He groans and takes the fuck, now sloshing a little as I piston in and out of him.  He runs off to get rid of it.  I’m sure he will video himself  making a piss fountain down in the shower.

I fuck the hairy ass guy again.

Osvaldo is back.  “I’m leaving,” he tells me.  His times without me have not gone well.  There are just not enough tops.  I am surprised.  It’s not midnight yet.  But it is true, the usual crowd of top men, waiting for the women, are not here.  He takes off.

I find Hairy Ass.  I ask if he wants a load.  He tells me that as tempting as that sounds, he’s headed out to meet the boyfriend. 

I would load the transwoman, but she’s gone.

As I hang around the empty medical table, the guy in the ball cap, who joined our first fuck, walks in.  I bend him across the table.  I now get to eat his hole.  He is panting, telling me how good it feels.  I enter him swiftly.  My need is suddenly great.  I need to breed.

And I do.  Loudly.  Filling his ass with my pent up cum…

Equipment Close-up: The Clear Dildo with a Handle

Equipment Close-up:  The Clear Dildo with a Handle

 

I feel odd that I don’t know the real name of this very useful toy.  It is one left in my playroom by GaryM.  I asked if he knew what it was called—and he could not find it now on either of the sites he uses to order toys.

It took me a few sessions before I used it on one of my fuckbuds, but once I tried it out, I have used it regularly.  

First, the handle.  When my hands are covered in lube (for I’ve used it with fist guys), it’s really handy to have a handle which is easy to grip.  Where it is connected to the insertable part of the toy, it has a guard, so there is no chance of it being lost inside someone.

The insertable section of the toy is ten inches.  The circumference at the thickest part of the shaft is six inches.  I love that the clear plastic is extremely flexible.   The smaller end of the toy fits easily into most men.  It has a gentle swell that the guys (Evan, in particular) loved.  With men who have really experienced holes, I can add some of my cock along with the toy.

As always, I love that GaryM shared this with me.  And you, my readers, will know a little more what I’m talking about the next time it comes out for use.

The New Shelf

Sawyer (Fist Guy) Brings His Hot Ass to the Playroom

 My Playroom—August, 2025

 

I met Sawyer a few months ago at the house party.  I christened him Fist Guy for those write ups.  Each time we fucked, he really wanted my hand in his ass, but I like to do my fisting (at least until I really know your butt) as a one-on-one activity.  So, we exchanged contact info—and in a matter of days set up a playdate.  He wanted to come to my place as he was excited to see the playroom. 

It was a bright, warm Sunday afternoon when he arrived on my doorstep.  We made our way downstairs.  He ditched his clothes onto the chair as I hung my robe on the door knob.  I leaned against the fuckbench, watching his jockstrapped ass, as he bent over to get his poppers out of a pants pocket.  I’d fucked it now, a lot.  I couldn’t wait to do more.  He turned and really took in the room:  the FF porn on the television, the bed, the mirrors, the toys, the other fuck furniture.  He grinned as he walked to me and went to his knees…

 

He inhales deeply as he buries his nose in my jock pouch.  All those scents from the fuck parties.  He groans in the back of his throat. Sawyer digs out my cock.  I stifle a moan as he takes my hardening dick to the root.  It plumps there, cutting off his air.  He pulls off me, panting.  He sucks my cock.  Licks my balls, even lifting them to tongue the cockring holding them in place.

“Get up on the bench.”

I look at him as he scrambles up.  He is likely a few years younger than me, but not by much.  He’s tall.  His hair and beard is rather shaggy.  His ass is round and glorious—needing my tongue to be buried in it.  Sawyer moans as I eat his hole.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I do it.  I get him very wet.  Very open.  I stand up and slide in.  I hold as I hear him open his poppers.  He huffs—and I begin to fuck.  Slow and deeper with each stroke. 

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

I speed up the stroke.  Faster and faster.  I can feel his ass relax.  I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo.  I grease it up and insert.  My dick follows.  I feel the tightness of his ass again.  I fuck him—our eyes locking in the mirror that is in front of us.

I pull out, leaving the toy in his ass.  He licks my cock, groaning while tonguing up his own ass juices.  When I eventually go back to his ass, I pull the toy up and insert my cock below it.  He loves it.   I prefer my dick on top, so after a while, I change it up again.

“You like that double fuck?”

He nods.  I take out the black toy.  I reach for the stainless-steel Ballistic Butt Bomb.  Another egg-shaped head slides into him, but now it’s cool metal.  He takes it deep.  Easily.  I add my cock along the thin steel handle.  I fuck him, my cock head smashing into the head of the toy.

I pull out.  I have him clean me up again with his ravenous mouth.  I rotate to the clear dildo with the black handle.  I grease it up and slide it in.  On a whim, I see if I can add my cock.  I can.  It’s tight—making both of us moan as I push myself into place.  I begin to fuck.  Opening that hole for my hand.

“Let’s get you off your knees,” I say, nodding to the sling.

“Let me clean your cock again…”

I lean into the sling myself, my boots up on the chain.  I let him clean my cock.  I instruct him to do my balls.  And under them.  He does just that.  Then his tongue goes right down my perineum and flicks across butt hole.  I wonder if he likes to rim, but decide to find out another time—I want him in the sling.

We change places.  I eat his hole.  I fuck it again.  Now I kneel and use my hands.  They are back-to-back—four fingers of each are in him.  I pull them slightly apart—a gentle gesture to open his hole still more.  He loves it.

I grab the speculum.  I grease and insert.  It does the exact same thing, now with the turn of a crank.  The steel wings open his hole.  He groans and takes a hit.  I stand up and add my cock, fucking it into him with the smooth steel on either side of me.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him, watching every stroke of my dick.

I pull out and open the speculum a little more.  I fuck.  I open it again.  I fuck Sawyer harder.  This time when I pull out, I crank the medical device closed and slip it out of him.  I bury my face in his wet ass as I grease up my hands thoroughly. 

Now my left-hand fingers go in.  Easily.  I add the thumb.  I twist the hand slightly and I’m inside him.  Smoothly.  Easily.  No effort.   I pull out, making him sigh.  I do it all again.  And again.  Then with the right hand.  Over and over.

I do the same pull apart action with hands back-to-back.  I look up.  He’s watching me in the mirror.  I stand up and fuck him.  I pull out and my left hand easily works into him as I stand.  My cock slides down my forearm and is buried inside him at the same time.  My fingers inside him wrap around the head and shaft.  I fuck him slowly, my fingers stroking myself in addition to his ass.  I pull out and do it all again.  Hand, cock, clasp and stroke.

I do another round of just hands as I kneel.

I look at the medium-sized toys under the television.  I can skip them today.  I head right for the big guns stored on the opposite wall.  I grab the toy that is vaguely shaped like an open hand.  I tell him it is a very rigid toy, but he’s game.  And he takes it like it was three times smaller.  I work it in and out a few times.  This makes me want to fuck him again—so I do.

I grab the curved, ridged dildo—the Seahorse, from Mr. Hankey’s Toys.  I love using this on the right man.  Sawyer’s ass gobbles it up.  I use it with the curve going up, first.  Then the curve downwards.  He loves how it feels—either way.

My knees are tired, so I suggest the rimseat.  I wipe excess lube off him, but I can’t wait to really bury my tongue in his slightly gaping hole.  I pull out the seat—and the mat to lie on.  I get under and he sits.  His hole is so open—and the seat has spread him even wider.  My tongue can’t get enough.  I lick deep.  I suckle on his puffy ass lips.  I tongue fuck him.  A heady mix of coconut oil, Crisco and his own juices keep dripping onto my tongue.  Sawyer moans and watches the porn on the television.

He suddenly stands up.  He walks a couple steps forward and gently bats my hand away from my rock-hard cock.  He slowly sits—and rides me.  His ass makes a delicious squishy noise with easy stroke down onto me.  Just as suddenly, he is up and sitting back on my face.  His ass is dripping copiously now.  I lick and suck and chew, moaning as I do it.

I get him up, by tapping his thighs.  I tell him to lean on the bench, not get on it.  I need to piss—now!  I get my cock into his hole just in time and I erupt.  I fill his butt.  He can feel the heat and the weight.  I pull out and lie back down, closing the seat.  He sits and begins to feed me my piss.  It’s a glorious hot water waterfall erupting out of his ass.  My lips are clamped around his ass lips so we don’t flood the basement.  It goes on and on.  I take my hand off my cock so I don’t shoot right there.  It finally trickles to the tiniest rivulet.  And stops.   I clean him up.  He stands and gives me a hand to stand up, too, pulling me into an embrace…

*

“I’ve had my eye on those two big black cocks,” he tells me, getting on the fuck bench.

I get the Crisco from under the sling and bring to the bench.  I pick up the first one, the one I’ve used sparingly on men like Jake or Evan.  It is long and thick with a slightly flattened head.  I grease it up and work it in.  We pause at the halfway point for poppers.  Then he takes the rest of it.  I fuck him with it.  Slowly and steadily.  He loves it.  It fills him completely.  I use my chest to push the last few inches into him.

We move up to the longer black cock, a toy I have not used on anyone since GaryM gave it to me.  I grease it up.  I work it into Sawyer’s well used hole.  He takes it.  To the root.

We both know his ass needs a break.  But he wants my load first.  We stay right at the bench.  I towel off some Crisco and eat his hole for the last time today.  My cock tells me this will be an easy orgasm—I am so ready to get off inside him.  I stand up, slide in and begin to pump. 

“Breed me…” he mumbles, still in a slight popper haze.

My cock is so ready.  I slow—and speed up again, never pulling out of him.

And I’m there.  Blasting my semen deep inside him…until there is not a drop of cum left inside those big ol’ balls of mine…

*

Sawyer as Fist Guy is also in the following posts:

 

Twelve Men on a Bed

The Pigs Keep Rutting in All the Wet Holes

“I’ve Found the Pigs!”

Five Men Watching Porn

 Near Home—August, 2025

I went back on Thursday, two days after my post about the bookstore trip that had started well, but had fizzled out.  I wanted to see if I could do better.

 

There is one very large man in the room.  He is watching the straight video intently.  And he’s sitting in my favorite chair.  I sit over against the far wall, where it is even easier to see both screens.  I pull out the goods and jerk.  The man hasn’t the least interest in me or my cock.  He is not jerking, nor even groping himself, but every feel minutes (especially as the woman in the video squirts) his right hand presses hard into his crotch.

The scene ends.  He rushes to the restroom.  My guess is he’s unloading into the toilet.  I hear the flush the moment I think it.  Now the hand dryer buzzes.  He comes out of the restroom and goes straight out the entrance door, shutting it with more force than necessary.

I move to my preferred chair and continue to stroke.  Alone.  For about ten minutes.

The door opens.  A young man comes in and sits off to the side.  He is likely 30-ish, mixed race, and his build is slim and trim.  He takes out a phone.  Checks it.  Responds.  Puts it in his lap and takes out a second phone.  He checks it, types something terse and puts that one away, deep into a pants pocket.

He watches the video.  He likes the squirt video, too.  He opens his fly and begins to get hard.  The phone that is out goes off.  He checks it, this time ignoring it.  He starts to stroke.  He looks at me and nods.  I nod back.  He takes his hand off his cock, making a gesture showing that it’s available.

The phone dings again.  This time he types and answer.  When he puts it down, I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take all of him down my throat.  He moans and…answers his phone.  I keep working on him.  He types something short and sends it into the ether.  As he puts the phone down, I move to his sweaty balls.  He loves this—as much as I do.  It’s a hot day and his balls have that slight musk to them—a scent I can never get enough of.  He outright groans now as I take them into my mouth, one after the other.

I lick my way up his dripping shaft.  I take him down, all seven inches, into my throat and hold it there.  He begins to pant, then touches my shoulder, wanting me to pull off.  I do.

“I don’t want to cum yet.”

I go back to his balls.  He goes back to phone 1.  Then phone 2, deep in his pants, goes off with an annoying ring.  He digs it out as I sit back on my haunches and watch.  Whatever the message is, he stands up, pushes him rock hard cock inside his pants and goes out the door.

I get back to my chair and stroke, his taste still in my mouth.  I take a sip of water and swirl it around my mouth like fine wine.

Five minutes pass.

The door opens.  A white guy, likely mid-40’s comes in.  He is short and thin.  He sits next to me and instantly takes out a fully hard cock.  He turns to me and asks about the new set up—he’d expected the booths.

I explain the accident and the re-do. 

He tells me he’s from Illinois and stops in here anytime he’s on this section of I-94.

I nod.  We watch the video.  The guy on screen is making the woman squirt constantly.  My new companion loves this, too. 

We stroke.  A long time.  He turns to me.  “Can I suck you?”

“Please.”

He gets right down to it, kneeling in front of me.  He is great.  He is able to communicate real passion along with showing off his skilled mouth and tongue.  He works on me for a good ten minutes.  I love the sound of his strangled groans when he takes my full length down his throat.

He stands up, to go sit back down.  I surprise him by leaning forward and sucking the cock he’d been beating as he sucked me.  He loves it and stands still to let me work on him.  But the lure of my cock is too strong.  Soon, he’s back on his knees and working my runny piss slit.

The young black guy returns.  He sits on the other side of the room and watches—stroking to us.  I gesture him over.  He comes and sticks his dick in my mouth.  My sucker looks up.  He’s not pleased.  But he keeps going on my dick.  I suck the younger man until his second phone goes off again.  He runs out the main door.

The traveler gets off his knees.  “I’ll be back; I need something from my car.”   Did he just leave in a huff?

He’s gone a long time.  He arrives with a new bottle of poppers.  He tells me he couldn’t find his old one in the car.  He sucks me again.  But all the passion he had is gone.  He feels is too, and stands up and sits one seat away from me.

I try sucking him.  He takes a huge hit and his cock wilts.  He pushes we off rather brusquely.  I sit and stroke.

The door opens.  A married guy I know from here comes in.  He sits away from us.  I look to the traveler.  He is lost in his popper haze.  The married guy is erect and stroking, making eye contact with me.  I go over and suck his cock. 

I pause once, to glance at the traveler.  He glowers at me.  He takes another hit and tries to get his cock hard again.

I buckle down and get the load.  Big and juicy—from a very appreciative man.  He leaves. 

The vibe coming off the traveler is anything but good.

I cut my time short and take off, glad for the fun I did have…